Children are always warned not to stay up on Christmas Eve and wait for Santa, let alone try to sneak a peek at him.
There’s a good reason for this, in fact. Santa knows when you are sleeping, and he knows who has been naughty. For children who have been naughty, being awake on Christmas can be, well, unfortunate.
How, after all, do you think he gets those small, young elves?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Can't Fail
I sit here, staring at the crowd of people around me. They chatter amongst themselves, almost unaware of my sleepy state.
After almost no sleep yesternight, I find myself having trouble holding onto reality; struggling to remain awake.
I can’t fail. Not until morning. Morning will come, and the crowd will clear out. These vile humans will shuffle along, returning from whence they came, leaving me alone. It will be then that I can flee.
I can’t fail.
I sit here, staring at the crow of people around me. They chatter amongst themselves, discussing my sleepy state.
After almost no sleep yesternight, I find myself a potential snack for these vile human beings. Morning. Must wait for it.
I can’t fail.
Can’t fail.
I sit here, staring at the crowd of creatures before me, my sleepy state allowing me to see these dream creatures for what they really are. They chatter amongst themselves, totally aware of my condition.
I am a tasty snack now.
Can’t fail.
Can’t…
…fail.
…
…
…
I sit here, staring at the crowd of people around me, chattering with them about this guy, about to fall asleep. He’ll be delicious.
He must fail.
After almost no sleep yesternight, I find myself having trouble holding onto reality; struggling to remain awake.
I can’t fail. Not until morning. Morning will come, and the crowd will clear out. These vile humans will shuffle along, returning from whence they came, leaving me alone. It will be then that I can flee.
I can’t fail.
I sit here, staring at the crow of people around me. They chatter amongst themselves, discussing my sleepy state.
After almost no sleep yesternight, I find myself a potential snack for these vile human beings. Morning. Must wait for it.
I can’t fail.
Can’t fail.
I sit here, staring at the crowd of creatures before me, my sleepy state allowing me to see these dream creatures for what they really are. They chatter amongst themselves, totally aware of my condition.
I am a tasty snack now.
Can’t fail.
Can’t…
…fail.
…
…
…
I sit here, staring at the crowd of people around me, chattering with them about this guy, about to fall asleep. He’ll be delicious.
He must fail.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Dream Death
Ever died in a dream and then woken up?
That just means an alternate you in a different timeline has died. Dreams about yourself are a glimpse into what's going on in alternate versions of yourself.
This also would explain why sometimes a person can dream of something, and then have it happen later. You simply have to choose the actions in the dream, and you become the version of yourself from your dream. Your timeline becomes his timeline, and vice versa.
Try to be more careful, though. Also, be mindful of what happened to those versions of you who died, will you? Remember: the waking you is also the dream of another sleeping you.
That just means an alternate you in a different timeline has died. Dreams about yourself are a glimpse into what's going on in alternate versions of yourself.
This also would explain why sometimes a person can dream of something, and then have it happen later. You simply have to choose the actions in the dream, and you become the version of yourself from your dream. Your timeline becomes his timeline, and vice versa.
Try to be more careful, though. Also, be mindful of what happened to those versions of you who died, will you? Remember: the waking you is also the dream of another sleeping you.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Heart Break-In
Sarah was wary about letting her husband Tom go on his business trip alone. She had a sneaking suspicion he was having an affair with his secretary, Rachel. Unfortunately, for her sake, she was unable to stop him from going. It was a mandatory meeting, according to the email she was shown.
One night, after Tom had been away for two days, she heard noises coming from the ground floor of her house. Scared, she hid under the covers, afraid for her life.
After what was the longest five minutes of her life, she heard someone come up the stairs, and shortly thereafter heard the bedroom door open. Almost instantly, the intruder flicked the lights in the room on. Knowing that hiding was now pointless, she threw off the covers to face the person.
It was Tom. He was home early.
“Oh God, Tom,” she said as she ran to the door and hugged him. “I wish you had called. I didn’t know you would be home so early. I thought we were being robbed!” she said, letting go of him as he reached into his pocket.
“We are,” he said calmly as he swiftly put the gun he pulled from his pocket to his wife’s head and pulled the trigger.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Five Days
Inside a small cave on the side of a snowy mountain, a woman stirs to consciousness. She takes note of the various blood-stained strips of clothes wrapped around her arms and looks up at the cave ceiling.
As reality forms itself around her, she notices that the cave is slightly illuminated and that she is curiously warm. She slowly sits up and her vision slowly comes together.
Sitting a few feet in front of her is a man and a small fire, not big enough to heat much of anything, but rather a dim light source. She then looks down at the things keeping her warm: clothing and thin blankets wrapped carefully around her.
“Welcome,” says the man as he looks up from the fire, noticing that she is now awake.
“What? Where?” she stammers, weakly.
“Oh, don’t fret. You’re safe. I don’t know if you remember, but the plane we were on went down. It hit the side of the mountain. We were the only survivors. I found you on one of my attempts to scavenge supplies and clothing from the wreckage,” the man said, smiling. His clothing was torn, obviously used to make the dressings on the woman’s wounds.
“Wow, thank you so much, sir. I don’t know how I can thank you. Where are you sleeping?” she said as she smiled nervously, glancing around the room for where his pile of blankets might be located. He wasn’t wearing much, and she knew he had to be cold.
“Again, don’t concern yourself about something like that. I’m just glad to see you are alive and well. You were out for so long that I began to wonder weather it was worth the sacrifice to bring you back here. It wasn’t easy getting you from there to here.” The man smiled, despite remembering the unpleasant memory of carrying a person for several feet of waist-high snow.
“How long was I out, then?” she asked, morbidly curious.
“Five days. I went back out the next day to try and find as much remaining food as I could from the plane. I brought what I could back. It was so cold.”
“I’m sure it was, what with using your clothes to save me.” She began to say more, but the man stopped her.
“Now, now. There will be time for that tomorrow. You need to rest more. We will talk in the morning.
With that, she nodded and lay back down. In almost no time at all, she was asleep. Several hours into her sleeping, around noon the next day, she was awoken by the sound of crunching snow and shouting voices.
“We got a survivor,” a voice shouted from inside the cave, and the woman sat up, thinking it was the man that had saved her.
“Yes! Survivors!” she called out weakly.
“Now, ma’am. Please lie back down,” the voice said as the person drew nearer, revealing to her that he was not the man to which she had spoken the other night.
“We’re getting rescued,” she said happily as she eased back onto the hard ground.
“We?” the rescuer asked as she was put onto a stretcher and carried out.
“Yes, the man who saved me is in that cave too. Didn’t you find him?” she asked as they reached a helicopter, perched on a save area of the mountain.
“I’ll find out,” the rescuer said as he stepped away for a moment. He quickly returned.
“Well?” she asked, looking at him expectantly. “I want to thank him properly when I am better.”
“Ma’am,” the man said. “I have bad news. There was another person in the cave with you, yes. However, from our best estimates, he died of hypothermia at least five days ago.”
As reality forms itself around her, she notices that the cave is slightly illuminated and that she is curiously warm. She slowly sits up and her vision slowly comes together.
Sitting a few feet in front of her is a man and a small fire, not big enough to heat much of anything, but rather a dim light source. She then looks down at the things keeping her warm: clothing and thin blankets wrapped carefully around her.
“Welcome,” says the man as he looks up from the fire, noticing that she is now awake.
“What? Where?” she stammers, weakly.
“Oh, don’t fret. You’re safe. I don’t know if you remember, but the plane we were on went down. It hit the side of the mountain. We were the only survivors. I found you on one of my attempts to scavenge supplies and clothing from the wreckage,” the man said, smiling. His clothing was torn, obviously used to make the dressings on the woman’s wounds.
“Wow, thank you so much, sir. I don’t know how I can thank you. Where are you sleeping?” she said as she smiled nervously, glancing around the room for where his pile of blankets might be located. He wasn’t wearing much, and she knew he had to be cold.
“Again, don’t concern yourself about something like that. I’m just glad to see you are alive and well. You were out for so long that I began to wonder weather it was worth the sacrifice to bring you back here. It wasn’t easy getting you from there to here.” The man smiled, despite remembering the unpleasant memory of carrying a person for several feet of waist-high snow.
“How long was I out, then?” she asked, morbidly curious.
“Five days. I went back out the next day to try and find as much remaining food as I could from the plane. I brought what I could back. It was so cold.”
“I’m sure it was, what with using your clothes to save me.” She began to say more, but the man stopped her.
“Now, now. There will be time for that tomorrow. You need to rest more. We will talk in the morning.
With that, she nodded and lay back down. In almost no time at all, she was asleep. Several hours into her sleeping, around noon the next day, she was awoken by the sound of crunching snow and shouting voices.
“We got a survivor,” a voice shouted from inside the cave, and the woman sat up, thinking it was the man that had saved her.
“Yes! Survivors!” she called out weakly.
“Now, ma’am. Please lie back down,” the voice said as the person drew nearer, revealing to her that he was not the man to which she had spoken the other night.
“We’re getting rescued,” she said happily as she eased back onto the hard ground.
“We?” the rescuer asked as she was put onto a stretcher and carried out.
“Yes, the man who saved me is in that cave too. Didn’t you find him?” she asked as they reached a helicopter, perched on a save area of the mountain.
“I’ll find out,” the rescuer said as he stepped away for a moment. He quickly returned.
“Well?” she asked, looking at him expectantly. “I want to thank him properly when I am better.”
“Ma’am,” the man said. “I have bad news. There was another person in the cave with you, yes. However, from our best estimates, he died of hypothermia at least five days ago.”
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